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Last September, my boyfriend broke up with me over a five-line email. I had a speaking engagement at Juniata College, but that would have to wait. I cancelled the speech and fled to Vegas for a girl's weekend. I was at the blackjack table at the Bellagio when one of my girlfriends told me the Internet was going crazy. What now? "Meghan McCain Blows Off Book Tour to Party in Vegas," declared Gawker. The Chronicle of Higher Education weighed in with, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas—unless you're arrogant enough to post it to your Twitter feed." It wasn't so much that I had cancelled a speaking engagement. It was that I was in Vegas instead.

Actually, Higher Ed's issue was that her excuse was "several unforeseen professional responsibilities," but whatever. She played hooky and she got caught. Happens to the best of us! Now swallow your bitter pill, Meghan, and try not to crash-land anymore airplanes in the middle of highly populated areas of major cities:

We are an innate culture of gamblers and the city itself has symbolized that since its creation. The American dream of rags to riches feels attainable the minute your airplane lands on the Strip.

Alternate headline for this post: Meghan McCain Lands Airplane on Vegas Street, Miraculously Avoids Killing Anyone. Must be the influence of a family of military pilots. [The Daily Beast, image via Getty]